Is it me, or are sportswriters determined to make Cole Hamels into a mirror image of A.J. Burnett? Read this Times piece, which centers around Hamels’ inconsistency. And sure: Hamels is inconsistent. But… so?

Look at A.J. Burnett. He’s an inconsistent pitcher. And yet for all but one inning this postseason, he’s put in excellent starts. No one really denies that he’s done so. But the storyline won’t die, because the postseason is too short for a player to prove he’s consistent. Look at Alex Rodriguez, who’s 0 for 8 in the World Series after an offensively torrid ALDS and ALCS. Are we supposed to believe he’s a choker? Or do we accept the more mundane storyline that eight at-bats are statistically insignificant?

Same goes for Hamels. Phils fans I’ve talked to over the past few days have seemed like they’re fearing the worst tonight. But Cole Hamels is a World Series MVP. No Yankee fan should view tonight as anything but a microcosm of the real storyline of the World Series: a slog for advantage between two astonishingly evenly matched teams.

I know I should post the Misfits’ “Halloween,” but in fairness to Philadelphia, this is the real Halloween/World Series soundtrack, particularly from a pro-Phils perspective. RIP Sean McCabe.

I’m not going to my epic Halloween party — hosted by my friend Matt Ficke and titled Fickeween III: Die Ficke Die — until we know who wins here.